Poetry: Swear It

Swear It –Marge Piercy The Crooked Inheritance for Eva My mother swore ripely, inventively a flashing storm of American and Yiddish thundering onto my head and shoulders. My father swore briefly, like an ax descending on the nape of a…

Poetry: How to Live

How to Live –Charles Harper Webb From Amplified Dog           “I don’t know how to live.”                     –Sharon Olds Eat lots of steak and salmon and Thai curry and mu shu pork and fresh green beans and baked potatoes and fresh strawberries…

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